This Blog was Supposed to be for my fanfiction and poetry (With some original fiction). But like everything else in my life it devolved into me just fucking around and pretending to be productive.
I write when im not a lazy piece of shit
I Rp as well, i will do almost any character, just send me a prompt. I also take story requests, If you want me to write a story just send the prompt, I'll tag it with your url, or with elementle original if you anon. I also do fanfic requests.
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Early 2000s amvs? more like stolen fanart and cascada songs

i have just been informed that the pokemon tower still exists in all its glorious  early 2000 programing and is still being updated and i just urge all of you to experience this treasure

http://www.thepokemontower.com/

you dont know shipping pain unless you went through a bunch of shitty webrings looking for that one rocketshipping site you forgot to bookmark and all you search.com results are just for pokemon tower

zohbugg:

blindtank:

sanziene:

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I dont normally post/reblog stuff like this, but jeasus christ im dying.

WATCH THE VIDEO OMG HAHAHA

What I love about social justice white people

sage-kun:

juxtapiration:

is every time my friend gets stop to be told off by some white person, very rudely, how his tattoo of a dreamcatcher is racist and insensitive to the Native American people and should removed/apologize/be ashamed.

He is Native American and they confuse him for Mexican every time, and he just states “But I got this at the reservation I lived in for 15 YEARS.” and proceeds to falsely place a curse of his ancestors on them.

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laurelinfloral:

pussy-pat:

christel-thoughts:

this is what i just picked up from the grocery store. it cost $32. Thirty. two. dollars. for 1 pineapple, 2 bags of grapes, a small container of raspberries, 1 soft drink and 2/$1 nuts…. 
do you know how much junk food i could have for $32? do you have any clue how much McDonald’s you can get for $32?
stop shaming fat people poorer than you or people poorer than you in general for not eating healthier. stop lying about how cheap it is or how it’s comparable to fast food. just stop.

!!!!!!!


Bless this post

laurelinfloral:

pussy-pat:

christel-thoughts:

this is what i just picked up from the grocery store. it cost $32. Thirty. two. dollars. for 1 pineapple, 2 bags of grapes, a small container of raspberries, 1 soft drink and 2/$1 nuts…. 

do you know how much junk food i could have for $32? do you have any clue how much McDonald’s you can get for $32?

stop shaming fat people poorer than you or people poorer than you in general for not eating healthier. stop lying about how cheap it is or how it’s comparable to fast food. just stop.

!!!!!!!

Bless this post

grumpyfaceurn:

roachpatrol:

jetgreguar:

allrightcallmefred:

fredscience:

The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here
I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”
Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.
The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.
Read more at Scientific American, or the original study.

I finally learned why I completely space when I cross to the other side of the lab, and that I’m apparently not alone.

this is actually kind of great and it’s nice to know there’s something behind that constant spacing out whenever i enter a different place

FINALLY AN EXPLANATION

 Woking (ptcpl. vb.): Standing in the kitchen wondering what you came in here for.
- Douglas Adams, The Meaning of Liff

grumpyfaceurn:

roachpatrol:

jetgreguar:

allrightcallmefred:

fredscience:

The Doorway Effect: Why your brain won’t let you remember what you were doing before you came in here

I work in a lab, and the way our lab is set up, there are two adjacent rooms, connected by both an outer hallway and an inner doorway. I do most of my work on one side, but every time I walk over to the other side to grab a reagent or a box of tips, I completely forget what I was after. This leads to a lot of me standing with one hand on the freezer door and grumbling, “What the hell was I doing?” It got to where all I had to say was “Every damn time” and my labmate would laugh. Finally, when I explained to our new labmate why I was standing next to his bench with a glazed look in my eyes, he was able to shed some light. “Oh, yeah, that’s a well-documented phenomenon,” he said. “Doorways wipe your memory.”

Being the gung-ho new science blogger that I am, I decided to investigate. And it’s true! Well, doorways don’t literally wipe your memory. But they do encourage your brain to dump whatever it was working on before and get ready to do something new. In one study, participants played a video game in which they had to carry an object either across a room or into a new room. Then they were given a quiz. Participants who passed through a doorway had more trouble remembering what they were doing. It didn’t matter if the video game display was made smaller and less immersive, or if the participants performed the same task in an actual room—the results were similar. Returning to the room where they had begun the task didn’t help: even context didn’t serve to jog folks’ memories.

The researchers wrote that their results are consistent with what they call an “event model” of memory. They say the brain keeps some information ready to go at all times, but it can’t hold on to everything. So it takes advantage of what the researchers called an “event boundary,” like a doorway into a new room, to dump the old info and start over. Apparently my brain doesn’t care that my timer has seconds to go—if I have to go into the other room, I’m doing something new, and can’t remember that my previous task was antibody, idiot, you needed antibody.

Read more at Scientific American, or the original study.

I finally learned why I completely space when I cross to the other side of the lab, and that I’m apparently not alone.

this is actually kind of great and it’s nice to know there’s something behind that constant spacing out whenever i enter a different place

FINALLY AN EXPLANATION

Woking (ptcpl. vb.): Standing in the kitchen wondering what you came in here for.

- Douglas Adams, The Meaning of Liff

Anonymous asked
Do it...write Bipper fan-fiction. You can finish it some other time if you have to, but write it. Please.

phantomrose96:

anthropwashere:

bibliomatsuri:

anthropwashere:

bibliomatsuri:

phantomrose96:

phantomrose96:

you don’t evEN UNDERSTAND THE AWFUL THINGS BILL COULD HAVE DONE TO THAT BODY WHILE HE WAS INHABITING IT.

HE WANTS DIPPER OUT OF THE WAY DO YOU KNOW THE HORRIBLE TERRIBLE UNGODLY THINGS HE VERY REALISTICALLY MIGHT HAVE DONE TO TRASH THAT BODY

DO YOU UNDERSTAND DIPPER DISCOVERING THESE AWFUL THINGS ONE BY ONE ONCE HES GOT HIS BODY BACK. THE WORRY OVER WHAT HIS BODY HAS BECOME. WHAT HE’S BECOME.

HE INHABITED A SOCK PUPPET APPARENTLY THE VESSEL DOESN’T HAVE TO BE ALIVE DO YOU  U N D E R S T A N D 

WAIT NO IM NOT DONE YET IM JUST

"HUMAN SODA IM GONNA DRINK IT LIKE A PERSON" WHY STOP AT SODA WHY NOT DRINK MILK AND WATER AND JUICE AND BLEACH AND DRAINO AND ANTIFREEZE THEYRE ALL AVAILABLE IVE HEARD ANTIFREEZE IS YUMMY

THOSE FORKS IN HIS HAND WELL THERE ARE PLENTY OF DRAWERS WITH BUTCHER KNIVES THAT ARE EQUALLY FUN TO SLAM THOSE WOULDNT BE HARD TO FIND

"THESE ARMS ARE DURABLE" WELL BILL’S A CURIOUS GUY JUST HOW DURABLE ARE THEY ARE THEY DURABLE ENOUGH TO SLAM IN THE OVEN DOOR OR IN THE CAR DOOR OR INTO THE LAWNMOWER WHO KNOWS LETS FIND OUT HUMAN ARMS ARE INTERESTING

BIPPER WALKING AROUND IN BROAD DAYLIGHT GRINNING EAR TO EAR AS HIS RIGHT ARM BLEED PROFUSELY AND HIS LEFT ONE DANGLES BENT BACKWARD AT THE ELBOW AND HIS INSIDE LIQUEFY AND DIPPER CAN ONLY FLY AFTER HIM AND WATCH AND ASK IF HE EVEN WANTS TO GET BACK IN IT IF HE COULD TAKE THAT SORT OF PAIN

So if Bill managed to really eff up Dipper’s body while he was in it, and Dipper managed to get back in, would he be a ghost possessing his own corpse?

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

anthropwashere's Tags: nO NO THIS IS TOO SAD THERE IS A LINE AND THIS POST HAS VAULTED OVER IT gravity falls

So horrible mutilations that will never fully heal are okay, but revenant!Dipper isn’t?

A 12 year old boy is tricked via an underhanded deal with a terrifying and malicious demon and is forcefully expelled from his own body. Now he has no choice but to watch as the demon brutalizes his body in ways that would make the boy sick to his stomach if a) he still had one or b) if his stomach wasn’t already full of antifreeze and magnets. He watches fork prongs pierce clean through his skinny arms, one of which is broken after some overeager banging in the oven door. The demon beats his face against the kitchen table until there is an artistic drip of red and three teeth scattered on the scratched wood. The demon arranges his lost teeth into a triangle shape and laughs. Not long after, it finds out the effectiveness of a steak knife over fingernails on a little boy’s knees. The smell of cooked meat comes after the discovery of his great uncle’s favorite lighter.

When his body’s eyes have gone blue-white and foaming (bleach under the sink, nearly a full bottle, now empty and tossed aside like it meant nothing, like pain really is just a joke even when the demon is the one enduring it), he thinks that this, at last, would be the end of it. But no, of course it isn’t. This thing in his body has no concept of boundaries or limitations, it’s going to run his body into the ground and laugh the whole way there, and there is not one thing he can do to stop it.

No one notices the marks or the blood or even his maimed face, because even hemmed in by meat the demon is stronger than anything the boy has ever dealt with, will ever deal with. A glitter of magic and they don’t even hear how twisted his voice is, so could they see the smears on the dashboard?

So here in this old theater is his body, bloodlessly pale and bubbling over with poisons, and here is he, begging his sister to help save what can be saved of his body via a repurposed gym sock. Thank god but she listens, she’s there for him finally. There’s the big standoff in the rafters, the laughably easy fight on the stage, and it’s his sister that’s the one to run his body to the ground. It isn’t until the demon’s been expelled that the glamour vanish, that the mess a few hours without supervision is revealed.

Weak shrieks of horror sweep through the audience, but the boy doesn’t think about it. He sees an empty body and thinks home, so he rushes in without thinking and then there is pain—pain like he didn’t know could exist in one little nervous system, pain he doesn’t have the words for. The whole of this strange little town he’s lived in for a few short weeks is there to watch him scream, watch him spasm, but before anyone can even rush the stage he’s gone, candlelight in a breeze, and it’s his sister that hugs his ruined body close to find that’s it already gone cold, died hours ago but what did that matter to a monster? 

Igniting the stage is an afterthought, merely an appropriate response to chase away a demon cackling away in a puppet shaped like her brother. 

The boy’s great uncle and his sister are there on the stage, the rest of the townsfolk still too stunned to do more than hover by their seats (what happened, how did this happen, is he—y’know—), and so it’s only them that see the boy’s broken fingers twitch, his blind eyes spin. The boy’s mouth parts in a tired grin full of holes.

"Did we get him?" he rasps.

The boy still isn’t breathing.

Oh…my…OH. OH

I’m reblogging this now. I’m reblogging this again tomorrow when it’s not 1 am because THIS THIS IS IT. Yes. Wow. OH MY GOD.

I’M SPEECHLESS.

MY HAT GOES OFF TO YOU

matt-smith:

do you ever just passionately miss the first series of doctor who but not just because you miss Nine but because you miss the monsters and the simple story lines that were new and so interesting and the companions that didn’t need a magic back story to be special and weren’t just a new puzzle for the doctor to solve they were just ordinary people with ordinary lives and taught (especially the young viewers) that anyone can be a hero i just really miss season one okay

Man i feel this, sometimes i miss classic who a lot too :{

queermarauders:

I just realized that in POA not only does Snape teach about werewolves because he hopes someone notices Lupin’s lyncanthropy, but he also takes away Remus’ opportunity to teach about them as they should be, not as monsters, but as afflicted people.

SSOCDNS4!Super Smash Original Character Do Not Steal 4

SSOCDNS4!
Super Smash Original Character Do Not Steal 4

grimdarkthroes:

redofthewolves:

chickensandwich:

this is how i want to die

Here is the site where this article comes from: 

please stop trusting everything you read

do they have a homestuck on staff i mean

grimdarkthroes:

redofthewolves:

chickensandwich:

this is how i want to die

Here is the site where this article comes from: 

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please stop trusting everything you read

do they have a homestuck on staff i mean

(Source: coachcrewneck)